Omaha daily bee., 1887-10-29

ray on one OF the large plains that SUR
round Madrid. In the center large
ring Is left open for the contestants.
This spot is raised above the plain, so
that not one OF the spectators will miss
one phase Of the contest.
The drum was heard; two mon. naked
to the waist. step in tho ring. The first
is tall and strong, his black eyes movo
disdainfully upon the, gaping crowd; he
Italian. The second, tall, also hand
some, and with muscles like steel,
stands modestly awaiting the word OF
commands; his name is Jean Louis. Tho
witnesses assume their places on either
side of their principals. A death-like
silence ensucs.
"On guardl"
The two masters cross swords: Gia-
como Ferrari lunges repeatedly at Jean
Louis; but in vain; his every thurst is
met by parry. He makes up his
mind to bide his chance, and caresses
and teases his opponents blade. Jean
Louis, calm and watchful, lends himself
to the play, when quicker than light
ming, The Italian jumps aside with q
loud yell, and makes a terrible lunge
at Jean Louisa Florentine trick, often
successful. But with extraordinary
rapidity Jean Louis has parried, and
risposts quickly in the shoulder.
"It is nothing cries Giacoma. "a
mere Scratch" and they again fall on
guard; almost directly he is hit in his
breast. This time the sword of Jean
Louis, who is now attacking, penetrates
deeply, Giamco's face becomes livid,
his sword falls heavily on the turf. He
is dead.
Jean Louis is already in position: he
wipes his reeking blade, then with tho
point Of his sword in the ground, ho
calmly awaits the next man,
The best fencer of the First regiment
has just been carried away a corpse; but
the day is not yet over Fourteen ad-
versaries are there, impatient to meas
ure swords with the conQueror, burning
to avenge the master they had deemed
invinciable.
Jean Louis has hardly had two min
utes' rest He is ready. a new adver-
sary stands before him. A sinister
parry, a rispost and then n cry, n sigh,
and all is over. A second body is be-
fore Jean Louis.
A third adversary advances. They
wanted Jean Louis to rest. 81 am not
tired" F." he answered with n smile.
The signal is given. The Italian has
closely watched Jean Louis play and
thinks he has guessed the secret of his
victories. He multiplies his feints and
tricks, then, all at once, bounding like
tiger on his prey, he gives his oppOn-
ent n terrible thrust in the lower line.
But Jean Louis sword has parried and
is now deep within his opponents
breast.
What need to relate any more; ten
new adversaries followed him, and tho
ten men fell before Jean Louis amid the
excited yolls and roars of the army.
At the request of the Thirty-second
regiment colonel's, who thought tho
lesson sufficient, Jean Louis, after much
pressing, consented to stop the combat,
and he shook hands with the two sur
vivors, applauded by ten thousand men.
From that day fights ceased between
French and Italian soldiers.
might be held fable were not all the
facts above stated still found in tho
archives of the ministry of war.
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